22: A Love Letter to Myself

Dear Me

You’ve just turned 22, happy birthday. I know that you’re wishing more than anything, for 2017 to be a little kinder on your heart – your heart which constantly longs for the undefinable. I know that you’re okay but I also know how much better you could be. Perhaps at times all you need is a reminder of who you are in order to truly feel whole again. 

Well, You’re beautiful. Unconventionally beautiful. The kind of beauty which may not catch the first or second eye, but once it is noticed, it is impossible to forget. 

You’re strong. Stronger than you know. Sometimes too strong and you find yourself regretfully fighting back necessary tears and building unnecessary walls. It’s okay though, you’re growing. 

You’re learning, you’re becoming. Becoming perhaps a human being greater than you ever thought. Your dreams are unfolding at the seams and your talents are revealing themselves to you. How lucky? 

You’re lucky. You have more than most and the insight to appreciate it. I know that sometimes your positionality remains a burden almost too heavy to bare but you soldier through anyways. You’re strong. 

Your endurance has allowed you to reflect deeply on those who have wronged you and all the big and little things that seem to pick away at your happiness, and yet you still come out smiling, barely but consistently. 

I want to thank you for being kind to me, we’re all we’ve got, really. 

PS: I know how much you love letters and I promise to write to you again. 

I’m sorry I took so long. 

Happy birthday, again. 

With love,

Me